Morning journal and courier., 1887-08-05
The King of North America.

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 ''Lord Patrick McCartey, King of North America.''
 This was the inscription on card which oueer-looking little old man, in high Wellington boots and linen duster and trousers handed an Examiner" man at the Palace Hotel Yesterday morning. The odd little man wore antique high hat of the style of fifty years ago, and his high white collar and huge black tie further aided to make him a marked man among the many stylish people there. Altogether he seemed to fe a very Rip Van Wrinkle in anti quity os makeup.
 The King had bowed graciously when the reporter made himself known to him.
 'I have been King since 1960,.' said his royal highness, land I am just now waiting for her gracious majesty, Queen Kapiolani to receive me. I sent up my card while ago, but they sent word down that the Queen was asleep and could not see me till 1 o'clock.
 sTt's that fellow Dominis that's a-doin' of it. He's trying to influence her royal highness against me. He better look out and she better look out. They're in trouble and probably they'll want little assistance from me before they get through. I'm will ing to aid them but want to be treated properly. Everybody knows that North America is no small country to rule over. It is no piymy kingdom, like Hawaii, and af for trifing little gardenspot that Dominis l is Governor of, I wouldn't spit on it. No, sir; I would not, so help me-" And the king, as he said this, straight ened himself back on the chair in the Pal ace corridor, which he was using as his throne, and tipped his battered plug hat on l the back of his head. Crossing one Yelling ton boot on the other he continued: 'fI would have busted Cleveland and all the rest of them before now, but thought ] would just let things run along while l mixed with the common people and studied their needs. You know Diogenes used to sleep in tub, and there have been several other instances where the greatest men o1 their time associated with the plebeians in order to find out what was best for them.
 'It is for this reason that I live on the water front"
 Here humorous bystander touched the king of North America on the shoulder and informed him that an elderly looking lady and much younger one with her at the desk were the queen and the princes Kilioki- lani respectively.
 s'Is that her gracious majesty?" said the little old man, as he hurriedly unfolded a package of his cards. Then, with courtly air and regal steps, he advanced and pre- sented her with the carte, tipping the an- tique hat in a most dignifed way at the same time.
 The elderly lady smiled on the queer crank, but told him that while she certain ly could not feel otherwise than highly fattered by the compliment paid her by royal highness, yet it was with regret she must tell him she was not the queen.
 "Why that wasn't the queen," said he, as he came back to the crowd that had surround ed him.
 The old man had been waiting for two days to see Kapiolani. He first came to the Grand Hotel on Monday evening, trigged out aforesaid, and assured Clerk Weeks with great gravity that he must see her; Being assured that she would arrive at 6 o'clock the king was promptly on hand. Altogether his queer antics were the source of much wonderment to guests.